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Tis but an hour
since it was nine;
[All retire to the Table.
by thy distress ? Or else å rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty?
Orl. You touched my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility ; yet am I inland bred, And know some nurture : but forbear, I say! He dies that touches any of this fruit, Till I and my affairs are answered, Duke. (R. C.) What would you have? Your gentleness
shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orl. (L. c.) I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orl. Speak you so gentle ? Pardon me,
pray you; I thought that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment: but whate'er you are, That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time : If ever you have looked on better days: If ever been where bells have knolled to church ;
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
Duke. True is it, that we have seen better days,
Orl. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Duke. Go find him out,
Jaques. (L. c.) All the world's a stage,
In fair round belly, with good capon lined,
[All retire to Table.
Orl. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need; I scarce can speak to thank
[Amiens advances, C.
As man's ingratitude ;
Although thy breath be rude.
As benefits forgot:
As friend remembered not.
Be truly welcome hither; I am the duke,
-Good old man,
END OF ACT II.
SCENE I.-- The Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, EUSTACE, Louis, Oliver, and
GENTLEMEN, L. Duke. (R.) Not see him since ? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; Bring him, dead or living, Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory. Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Till thou canst quit thee, by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee. Oliv. (l.) Oh, that your highness knew my heart in
this ! I never loved
brother in my life. Duke. More villain thou! Well, push him out of doors : And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going.
[Exeunt, Duke, R., the others, L.
SCENE II.—The Forest.
Enter ORLANDO, with a Paper, L. U. E. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my
love : And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
books, And on their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eyo, which in this forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witnessed everywhere, Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree, The fair, the chaste, the unexpressive she. [Exit, R.
Enter Corin and TouchsTONE, R. Corin. (R.) And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone ?
Touch. (L. c.) Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look
humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
Corin. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends - That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn : That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night is the lack of the sun: That he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
Corin. No, truly.
Touch. Truly, thou art damned; like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
Corin. For not being at court? Your reason.
Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners : if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.